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Date: 20 May 2007 14:07:54
Well, it seems a bit odd, settling down now at the computer to write my reports. What do you mean, this isn't a report? I'm reporting, aren't I? And what are you implying when you suggest that perhaps, just perhaps, I suddenly thought of blogging the weekend as a source of distraction and a means of putting off the inevitable "Jamie has been in my lessons and has done some maths. He has done quite well but could do better" reworded ad nauseam? It's not that at all, I just thought that I had a moral duty to let you know that the weekend was survived with all inhabitants of Smudgie Towers intact and smiling and has now been plunged into a limbo of watching the post.
Smudgelet's birthday was a delight and he had a fantastic weekend with honorary auntie M who spoilt him absolutely rotten. Suffice to say that my gift of a digital camera now has several photographs of the largest "chocolate extravaganza icecream sundae" in the world on it. He was extremely appreciative of all his presents - including a parcel from one of his aunties containing a set of hot curling brushes for his hair :) Guess what duties I was granted this morning!
To make up for going away on the evening of his birthday (and we almost missed the ferry, so tight was it between him coming in from school and us having to leave) that I picked him up from school for lunch and took him into town. I made the fatal mistake of asking him which cafe he wanted to go to. We were quite coincidentally stood outside Thorntons at the time. I should have known - this is not my eldest son who has sensible tastes in eating places, this was Smudgelet. One grumpy meal later....
Tiddles and I returned from our trip abroad in time to go straight to the theatre for Smudgelet's concert. The Music Centre concerts are always so inspiring. What amazing music from such young musicians and played with such enthusiasm. The Music Centre caters for over 400 children every Saturday morning and there are enough groups, bands and orchestras to force each set of concerts to take three nights. Smudgelet sang his "solo with six others" and did incredibly well - and I was right on the front row to see and hear him. Was I proud or what? It was an ordeal staying right to the end as both Tiddles and I were struggling to stay awake, but the music was so special that we couldn't bear to leave early.